A Shared Living
Less is said between us
yet there is more communion.
We read each other;
there’s nothing strange in this,
time seeps into our senses,
heightens our receptiveness.
Words grow less
yet grow in significance.
Sentences not completed
nevertheless are more eloquent.
We learn from a deeper listening.
Live deeper in that silence.
After a long pause in a conversation
we nod to each other
as if no more words need be said.
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